Tall nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller made of stone: Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. This corner of the farmyard I like most: As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VENUS AND ADONIS by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE RIVER HOUSE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |